Semua Bab Devil's Inferno: A Dark Romantic Conspiracy Thriller: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I didn’t argue, but I wasn’t convinced either.He was right—we couldn’t wait.But rushing into something like this?It felt reckless.And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to walk away."Alright," I said, my voice firmer now. "Let’s get this over with."12KAREEMWe left the safehouse under the cover of darkness, the city still humming with the aftershocks of the day’s attack.The streets were quieter now, but I knew better than to trust the calm.It was always right before another storm.Aqsa walked beside me, her pace steady but tense.I could tell she was nervous, even though she was doing a damn good job of hiding it.Part of me wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything was going to be fine.But I couldn’t.Not when I wasn’t sure if we’d even make it through the night.As we approached the outskirts of the city, the buildings became more spaced out, the roads darker, less traveled.The warehouse we were headed to was just up ahead—an old, run-down structure that had been abandoned

Her eyes were wide, adrenaline pumping through her, but she didn’t say a word.We didn’t have time.The official was still speaking with his men, completely unaware of the two guards we’d just taken out.But I knew our window was closing fast.We had to make our move.I pulled a knife from my belt, handing it to Aqsa."You take the man on the right. I’ll handle the official."She hesitated, her eyes darting between me and the group.I could see the doubt flickering there, the fear she was trying to suppress."Aqsa," I whispered, locking eyes with her. "You can do this. Just follow my lead."She swallowed hard, then nodded, gripping the knife tightly.I waited for the perfect moment, watching the way the men moved, the rhythm of their conversation.When the official turned his back, I made my move.I darted forward, grabbing the official by the arm and twisting it behind his back, yanking him off balance.He let out a startled grunt, but before he could shout for help, I had the knife

His fear was palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the sight of it.He deserved to be scared.He deserved to feel powerless, just like all the people whose lives he had torn apart.But despite my anger, there was something unsettling about the whole situation.This man didn’t look like the mastermind I’d imagined.He was broken, panicked.Something didn’t add up.Kareem was already interrogating him, his voice low and threatening."Who are you working for? Give us names, now."The official shook his head, his eyes wide with terror."I don’t know! I don’t—"Kareem slammed his fist into the table beside him, cutting him off."Don’t lie to me! You were at that warehouse for a reason. Who’s behind the attacks?"The man flinched, his hands trembling in his lap."I swear, I don’t know! I’m just… I’m just the middleman. I don’t call the shots."Kareem narrowed his eyes, but there was a flicker of doubt in his expression.He leaned in closer, his voice cold

"We need to get to that container," I shouted over the noise. "That’s our only shot at figuring out what’s really going on."Aqsa nodded, her face pale but determined."How are we supposed to do that with them shooting at us?"I peeked around the corner, quickly assessing the situation.The men were spread out, using the cover of the other containers to fire at us, but they were sloppy.They weren’t expecting a full-on fight, and that was the only advantage we had."Cover me," I said, locking eyes with her.She looked at me like I was crazy."You’re going to run for it?"I nodded, my mind already made up."We don’t have a choice. If we let them regroup, we’re dead."Aqsa swallowed hard, then gripped her gun tighter."Okay. I’ve got you."Without waiting for another word, I broke into a sprint, weaving between containers as bullets flew past me.I could hear Aqsa returning fire behind me, her shots giving me the cover I needed to close the distance.My heart pounded in my chest as I re

One of the men.His gun was already raised.Time slowed.My body moved on instinct, diving to the side just as the gun fired, the bullet whizzing past my ear.I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs, but I scrambled to my feet, my hand reaching for my gun.I didn’t think.I just fired.The shot rang out, echoing in the night, and the man fell, his body crumpling to the ground.For a second, I stood there, frozen, my gun still raised.The realization of what I had just done hit me like a punch to the gut.I’d killed someone.But I couldn’t afford to think about it now.I forced myself to move, sprinting toward the boat as fast as my legs would carry me.23KAREEMGunfire echoed behind me as I led the remaining men in circles, my body moving on pure instinct.Every breath burned in my chest, but I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.I had to give Aqsa time.The fight was wearing me down.My legs felt like lead, and the clip in my rifle was nearly empty.I had no illusions—